A Spirit Lives Not Bound By Time
If I turn my head just-so, 
my ear,
adorned with rings
for luck, I'm told,
might hear
a rose-breasted grosbeak
or a scarlet tanager,
or a yellow-billed cuckoo,
or a ruby-throated hummingbird,
or even a
yellow-bellied sapsucker!
Oh,
and I will listen for any
who may sing to me, breathe deeply to inhale such joy
right where I perch,
like one of them,
but stationed on this
well worn weathered plank,
(for neither twig nor branch
can hold me)-
I will bend my ear
to any trill, quaver, twitter,
chirp, chirrup,
or warble in a trembling voice, give heed to the very same sweet cry
a fellow gargoyle,
(less humorous, by far, than I,)
enjoyed so long ago,
for within those feathered melodies
a spirit lives not-bound by time,
pure possibility, perpetually punctuated by my I smile . . ..
©jA Narrin, Wind-in-the-Feather The Spirit Ridge Collection May in Asheville, 2010
Raku "Listening Muse"- by Cherie Haney
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